Ursa Minor

In a swarm of painted ladies
Floating over trees and cities

On the fringe of Arcata
You faked amnesia

In the caves you left your demons
Singing stellars rising black bears

In the waves they massed
Like yellowjackets

In the wine cellar
You remember

Every taste

A wolf stood watching
Through the tall and teeming grass
A body break against the rocks
A raven came and called the flocks
A crackle from a music box

The river shines, unwinds beside us
The trinity is lined with poppies

Eeverything is indigo